Frank's Sun Up and Down

The sun came up and went down. In between the wind blew. The wave action down in the bay has uncovered treasure - a pile of old brass and lead bullets and a few coins.

Later I went back for a large piece of stone - a broken column top smoothed and polished by millions of waves rubbing shingle over it.

It took the tide a long time to retreat - I watched, whistled, went home, came back, went to Tesco but just as light was falling I could slip between the waves and the promenade to retrieve it.

It was bloody heavy. It reminded me of the exploits of Fred, my beach combing nemesis. He got himself a hernia dragging a huge greenheart board that had been loosed by the seas from a groyne. A groyne for a groin so to speak.

I staggered to the car, a furtive figure in the gloaming with a large stone.

Go large if you can.